Reply to Keats - Chap 11
Wednesday was the securities trading day, and Chen Wan went to BenQ Zhonghui to handle the formalities.
The Central Park is very large, radiating from the White Dove Square as the center coordinate, and the Bauhinia tree path is shaded by branches and leaves.
Big groups that have rung the bell, such as Zhao’s Minglong and Shen’s Puli, are all located in the high-rise buildings on Fernley Street, where every inch of land is valuable. New and small-sized companies like Chen Wan’s Kexiang can only rent a few floors of the Prince Section West office building.
Chen Wan walked into the cold-air building and actually saw Zhao Shengge.
The other person was alone and seemed to be waiting for a bus.
The person who had disappeared for more than two months and only lived in everyone’s rumors suddenly appeared. Chen Wan’s mind was blank for a moment, and he felt a very slow, inexplicable joy.
It is also a useless happiness.
Chen Wan didn’t know whether the other party had any impression of him. He hesitated for a moment and wanted to pretend he didn’t see him and walk away. His toes had even turned in another direction when suddenly, the other party looked up over here, probably to see if the car had arrived. It seemed that he had been waiting for a while, so he must have something urgent to do.
Chen Wan couldn’t pretend not to see it, so he walked over.
Zhao Shengge seemed to have some impression of him, but couldn’t figure out who he was exactly.
Chen Wan was not surprised at all and briefly introduced herself. Zhao Shengge nodded lightly and casually said that his car broke down.
Chen Wan smiled faintly and asked politely: “Are you in a hurry to leave? If you don’t mind, my car is nearby and I can take you there.”
Zhao Shengge looked at him: “Is it convenient?”
Chen Wan paused. He was just asking out of courtesy and didn’t expect the other party to really agree. Something in his heart exploded and he immediately blamed himself for not driving a better car today.
How could Zhao Shengge ride in a BYD, a BYD that was recently damaged by a psychopath?
But Chen Wan didn’t want to give up this opportunity. She said it was convenient and asked Zhao Shengge where they were going. Zhao Shengge mentioned a place and Chen Wan agreed.
He led the way, and the two of them were neither too far nor too close, a standard social distance, but closer than the previous times they went out.
Zhao Shengge is tall and has long legs, and he walks with a restrained aura. Both of their arms swing slightly with a small amplitude, stirring up hot air. Chen Wan’s heartbeat rises and falls with the other’s rhythm, like the flapping of a white dove’s wings in the central square.
Zhao Shengge’s arm must be very hot, he thought a little dizzily.
Chen Wan put his hand back into his pocket, took out the key, and pressed the unlock button on the BYD car that was several meters away.
With a “beep” sound, a group of white pigeons beside the fountain were startled and flew away.
Chen Wan opened the back door for Zhao Shengge in a gentlemanly manner, and even protected the roof with his hands, with a very standard posture.
Zhao Shengge stepped into the car as a matter of course. The BYD had just been repaired not long ago, and the small space made him frown. He could only cross his long legs in a wronged manner.
Chen Wan said apologetically: “The car is not very big, Mr. Zhao, please forgive me, there is water next to it.”
“Thanks.”
Zhao Shengge was very distant. Chen Wan asked if the temperature was suitable and didn’t say anything else. He concentrated on driving and didn’t say a word to chat along the way.
Zhao Shengge was also silent in the back seat, so quiet that Chen Wan suspected he was the only one in the car.
But the aura behind him seemed to have substance, calm but oppressive, making him alert at all times.
If Chen Wan had eyes behind his back, he would have discovered that Zhao Shengge was observing him, openly and unscrupulously.
Chen Wan drives very skillfully. He lowers the lever and raises it, gives way when necessary, and overtakes when necessary.
Zhao Shengge was like an expressionless examiner, his eyes fell on Chen Wan’s hand. The right hand that had once made tea for them was now holding the steering wheel.
Zhao Shengge looked away.
Somehow, the lights were red all the way today, and they had to sit in the silent car and wait together for the accidental thirty-two seconds at every intersection.
It was a boring scrutiny for Zhao Shengge, but a sweet torture for Chen Wan.
There was almost no sound of breathing in the car. The two people’s eyes accidentally met in the rearview mirror. One was calm and proud, the other was gentle and humble. After a second, they looked away from each other.
Chen Wan smiled apologetically, taking the blame for the red light on herself, feeling that she had wasted the other person’s time.
Zhao Shengge didn’t respond to that smile. He looked away, picked up a phone call, and said, “Traffic jam.”
“Coming soon.”
Zhao Shengge spoke very little, but his words were brief and to the point. His deep words were like an ant stepping on a sore nerve somewhere in Chen Wan’s heart and crawling into his heart.
The destination of this trip is Eagle Pond.
The city of Haishi is a den of extravagance and debauchery, famous for its many beauties, wild entertainment, and unbridled extravagance.
If Zhuo Zhixuan were here, he would definitely applaud and praise Chen Wanhao for being so amazing, personally sending the person he loved to the Shili Entertainment Place.
Secret love is like walking on a road to hell where you cannot speak out and cannot turn back.
There are red lights all along the way, and buzzers beep urgently when the lights turn green. The skyscrapers are like tall monuments, burying a person’s silent and nameless love that dares not be made public.
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Arriving at Yingchi, Zhao Shengge told him not to go out through the main gate.
He was not familiar with Chen Wan, but the tone he used when ordering people around sounded very matter-of-fact.
Chen Wan didn’t look back, but nodded to Zhao Shengge in the rearview mirror, and asked while reversing: “Which side door do you want me to drop you off at?”
Because there are frequent patrols by the police station, Eagle Pool has set up many secret doors. Members with higher levels have more permissions to pass through the doors.
Mr. Zhao was very polite and asked Chen Wan for his opinion: “Where do you think is the best place to play?”
“……”
Chen Wan was silent for a moment, unsure of what Zhao Shengge meant. He didn’t know whether he wanted to welcome guests or hide his intention.
The spatial structure inside Yingchi is very complex, like a maze on all four sides, and the club is divided into eight gates, including the Water Gate, the Rain Gate, the Kun Gate… Feng Shui is popular in Haishi, and the owner of Yingchi specially asked a master to calculate it. Each gate is winding and deep, leading to all directions.
Chen Wan didn’t know whether he was going to Block A or Block B. Block A was where some illegal performances were held, and Block B was more complicated. He didn’t know the details, but it was not for him to ask where Zhao Shengge was going.
Before Chen Wan answered, Zhao Shengge seemed to be very understanding and said, “I’ll get off wherever you can park.”
Chen Wan felt even more confused for a moment.
This statement seems considerate, but in fact it puts the decision-making power into Chen Wan’s hands.
How Chen Wan chooses can reveal a lot, such as where he thinks Zhao Shengge will go, how much he knows, and whether he wants others to see Zhao Shengge getting out of his car.
This is a tricky thing. After thinking it over for a few seconds, Chen Wan said, “Then I’ll put you under the water gate?”
The Watergate is the hub, and as soon as you walk in there is a private elevator, so guests can go wherever they want.
Seeing Chen Wan kick the ball back again, Zhao Shengge looked at him in the rearview mirror, smiled, and said in a calm and casual tone: “You know a lot.”
“…” Chen Wan wanted to deny it, but was afraid that saying too much would make her more wrong, so she said nothing.
In fact, he had only come in once with Zhuo Zhixuan, and left after seeing the performances that were so explicit and obscene that they made him uncomfortable.
In the end, Chen Wan dropped Zhao Shengge off at the Watergate, and without asking if he needed a ride back, he turned around and left, driving as fast as if he was fleeing a crime scene.
Zhao Shengge waited until his taillights disappeared before entering through another door.
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A shareholder of Yingchi had been waiting at the door and took Zhao Shengge directly to the 78th floor in the exclusive elevator.
The towering buildings look like huge monsters in the night fog. The one-way glass allows one to overlook the debauchery below. The brightly lit city looks like a giant ship sailing at night.
In the guest room, a man in his forties heard the door open, let go of the boy’s hand on his lap, stood up and walked over, holding out his hand: “Mr. Zhao.”
Zhao Shengge condescended to extend his hand and shook it: “Mr. Shao.”
Shao Yaozong looked behind him and saw no one, but he knew that the building was already filled with the enemy’s hidden darts.
After Zhao Shengge sat down, Shao Yaozong waved and asked another boy to sit next to him.
The one sitting over is prettier than the one in his arms, and has a clean and well-behaved temperament.
Zhao Shengge did not refuse and said to the boy, “Pour a glass of wine.”
The boy obediently took back the hand that was extended to him and sat beside him properly.
Shao Yaozong narrowed his cloudy eyes: “Mr. Zhao doesn’t like it? I chose it specially for Mr. Zhao.”
Neither of these two boys are from here. He brought them here himself, carefully selecting them from thousands.
Zhao Shengge looked at the boy beside him who was looking down and agreeable, put one hand on the back of the sofa, and said in a relaxed posture, “Mr. Shao is thoughtful.”
He raised his chin to the boy again and ordered gently, “Put down your sleeves.”
